Men ran back and forth across the swaying ship. Grey Beard, with Dirty Melon perched on his shoulder, walked slowly to the stern of his ship, the White Whale.

There she was, the prize, the Falcon, the fastest ship on the high seas, with treasures to match inside. Grey Beard had been pursuing her for months and here she was, right in front of the White Whale.

Cannons began to fire. Smoke rose and billowed everywhere. But Grey Beard just stood there staring at the Falcon. It was going to be his. He felt it. He knew it.

He pulled out his spyglass and held it up to his right eye. There, looking back at him through his own pirate telescope was Captain Kurtz, the soon-to-be former skipper of the Falcon.

Although he stood 400 yards away, Grey Beard pulled his pistol from his belt, pointed it at the White Whale and pulled the trigger. BANG!

Kevin Kershner looked up, put down his pencil, closed his notebook and got off the bus. He walked briskly to his house, hoping that Jared would just go home. Kevin’s sandy brown hair bounced as he walked.

“Kevin!”

Jared wasn’t going to his house. Kevin kept walking. Jared ran to catch up, his backpack slung off his left shoulder. “Kevin, what’s with the notebook? Let me see.”

That’s all you get for right now. We began work on illustrations this week. So it is coming together. Thanks again everyone!